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withoutyouimsaskia · 2 years ago

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Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part XXI.

GIF: Originally posted by @mimisempai

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Hello there dearest readers. I’m back! I hope the festive period was kind to you all and that you are doing well. It’s all about to happen in this chapter (why not start off 2023 with a bang, right?) Would love to know how you are and your thoughts. All my love, Saskia ❤️ ��

Sandman Masterlist

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You breathe a sigh of relief upon leaving the supermarket. It had become a little crowded in there towards the end. Seemingly, some people didn't value personal space like you did and it had made you feel vulnerable having that kind of proximity to total strangers.

The cool autumn air is soothing and the sound of the carpet of crinkly leaves underfoot is so much better than the beeping of tills, the whirring of refrigerator cabinets and the hubbub of chatter.

You pause for a moment to the side of the sliding doors to swing your backpack up onto your shoulders and set a jute tote bag in your right hand. You take a couple of steps to the edge of the pavement, looking left and right with the intention of crossing the road.

That's when you see him.

Morpheus.

Standing on the opposite side of street. Looking right at you.

You react in the same way as you had done the first time you had met. Blinking several times, believing that you are simply imagining. But you’re not.

He's wearing a different coat but it's definitely him.

You move towards him like warm air being drawn to a cold pane of glass. Inexorably. You stop in front of him. His face is so perfect in the early afternoon sunlight. Your attraction to him reignites with fierceness.

“Hello, Y/N.”

How you had missed that velvet voice.

A mischievous grin pulls your lips up. “I would ask if I'm dreaming but we both know that I can't actually do that anymore.”

“You haven't changed, Y/N,” he says with bemusement.

“You have.” You gesture to his apparel. "New coat?"

"It is more suitable for blending in when in the public domain."

"I see.” You smile again at his practical approach before adding, “It looks good on you."

You adjust one of the straps on your backpack with your free hand.

"I trust you are well, Y/N."

Emotions of guilt, regret, and longing break through your initial feelings of excitement and begin to cycle through your mind on a fast-playing loop.

"I've been alright, keeping busy," you let the sentence trail off.

The stoic expression on his face worries you.

“Are you okay, Morpheus? Has something happened for you to come here?”

“All is well. Lucienne suggested that I should… enquire after your wellbeing.”

“Oh. That's very sweet. Please pass my best wishes to her.”

“I will.”

Your feet suddenly become very interesting.

"When you say you have been busy, may I ask for more details?"

His question is unexpected; you stumble internally.

"Sure, but, um, can I ask if we could walk while we talk?” You peer at your groceries. “I’ve just been to the shop and there are some things that need to go in my fridge."

“Of course.”

“Great. Um, shall we?” You incline your head in the direction that you need to take.

Before you can begin to walk, Morpheus goes to take the bag from your hand.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to -”

Ever so gently, he slips it from your grasp.

“I insist.”

Now free of your load, you dig your hands into the pockets of your red quilted jacket and start to walk at a semi-brisk pace to keep up with his long legs.

“What do you want to know?”

“As much as you are comfortable with sharing.”

“Right. Well... I changed jobs to go to a less corporate company, and I’m starting to make friends there. Got back into artistic pursuits. Adopted a cat.”

"A cat?”

“What can I say, they're a great companion; cuddly, affectionate, quiet, introverted like me. The whole package.”

“I am pleased for you. It sounds as if you have made a number of beneficial decisions to improve your waking life.”

The reference Morpheus is making and the measured tone of his voice brings your guilt to front and centre.

“I'm sorry about what I said that night. About wanting to go back to my ‘real life’. Having another life in my dreams was a gift. It provided for me in ways that my hours awake were lacking in. I was lonely and you made me feel so welcome and cared for. I didn’t want to leave you. I was just so afraid of hurting people, hurting the Dreaming. I only said it because I couldn't think of how else to get you to agree.”

He looks straight ahead. “I see.”

“Are you mad at me?” You stare at his profile, a stifling burn threatening to close off your throat and spill tears from your eyes.

“No,” he says, meeting your wobbling gaze. “You put the needs of others ahead of yourself. I could not hold a decision like that in contempt.”

There is nothing you can think to say in response so you become quiet. After a couple more minutes of walking, you reach your house and stop at the top of the path that leads to the front door.

“Do you want to come inside?”

He nods once and you pull your keys from your pocket in readiness before making the short journey down the line of stone slabs. Once inside, you remove your outdoor clothes and shoes and take back the bag from Morpheus.

A loud mew sounds from just behind the internal door.

You grin. “Brace yourself.”

As soon as you open the door, you are greeted by a rush of black fur. You are immediately crouching down to let him sniff you and to give him a fuss.

“Morpheus, this is Neo.”

You giggle internally. All you are missing now is Trinity.

Neo moves on from you and begins to wind himself between Morpheus’ legs, rubbing his cheeks affectionately against every part of him that he can reach. Morpheus copies your stance and holds out his hands. Neo bumps into them both in turn before allowing your companion to stroke the back of his head.

Your cat’s green eyes fall closed and he begins to purr.

“I think he likes you,” you comment.

Eventually contented with the amount of fuss given, Neo clambers up onto the window ledge and assumes a sentry position.

You move into the kitchen and begin to scurry about the room, storing food in various locations, emulating a squirrel stashing acorns.

Morpheus hovers in the doorway looking like a lost child.

You finally get round to host duties.

“Can I get you anything? Tea, water?”

“No, thank you.”

“Okay.”

You want tea so you fill your kettle to the minimum line and start it heating. You use the interval to gather the remaining objects you require. All this activity is great for alleviating your nervous energy but only seems to fuel Morpheus’. You notice it in your peripheral vision as you return the milk bottle to the fridge.

“There's something on your mind, Morpheus,” you state.

He feigns innocence.

You give him a knowing look and blow on your tea.

He gives in when you speak his name.

“Before, when I said that Lucienne had sent me, it was not entirely true. I didn't give you the context. I am here because there is something I need to say.”

You sip your drink quietly as he composes himself.

“I have been haunted by how things ended that night. I swore to protect you and instead I failed you.”

“It’s not your fault.”

He closes his eyes and is silent for a moment. “What is it like to sleep without dreaming?”

“It was disorientating at first. I could usually gauge how much sleep I had managed to get through remembering my dreams in the morning but without them, it was difficult to know if I had even slept at all. I’m used to it now though.”

“Do you day dream?”

You smile. “Yes. A lot more than I used to.”

“What do you think of?”

“You. All the hours we spent talking. All the hours we spent in silence. Your eyes. Your little smile. Your voice…” You suppress your trepidation and continue. “When you kissed me on the penultimate night.”

When had your mouth become so dry? You take a long gulp of tea and put the mug down.

“I also think about that time. I often wonder what would have transpired between us if I hadn’t cut you off from the Dreaming.”

His admission has your pulse spiking.

“I wonder about that too,” you say quietly.

The intensity of Morpheus' unwavering stare, it makes you feel exposed. He takes a step across the threshold.

“I feel that we have a connection.”

You nod in agreement, unable to speak. The vulnerability in his eyes is potent. You are becoming lost in their blue again.

“I wish to deepen our connection.”

The rumble of his voice causes heat to bloom inside you. Your thoughts are eddying in circles. Morpheus has just told you that he wants more. He wants you. Exactly as you want him.

"Is that something that you can see yourself wanting to explore?" His tone is loaded with sexual tension.

Your voice breaks as you reply, "Yes."

He’s across the room in mere milliseconds, lips meeting yours in a passionate collision.

Gone is the uncertainty and nervousness that underpinned your first two kisses. Morpheus’ body is flush against yours, pressing you into the wall. His hands cup your face and neck. He kisses you deeply, eagerly, desperately.

His soothing scent encapsulates you like mist on a winter morning. You are gripping the fabric of his coat to keep him close.

You cannot get enough of him. And from the way he is touching you, it is likely that he feels the same.

The pace of the embrace comes down slowly and naturally until you are kissing languidly. You are reluctant to stop but you have a question that you need to ask.

You pull back and look up at him. Your features are anxiety.

“Y/N,” Morpheus whispers with concern, his face shifting to mirror yours.

“Shall we go to my bedroom?” You ask, paraphrasing his words from when he had visited you on the second night.

You hold out your left hand.

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"Hush, it's okay. Dry your eyes. Soulmate dry your eyes. Cause soulmates never die."

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veeagainsttheday · 1 year ago

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After some discussion in a gc I ranked the OFMD soundtrack choices for each season.

Season 1:

Gnossienne No. 5: I have a Pavlovian response to this song now. I hear it and a little movie reel in my mind starts up with The Kiss (Season 1 edition).

The Chain: This was my most played song of 2022 on Spotify for a reason. The choreography: immaculate. That shot where the small boats are approaching the Revenge and it skips to the beat? Should have won an Emmy on its own. And Stede and Ed looking at each other as the music and the world fades away leaving only their love? Yeah, that’s the good shit.

Avalanche: This music overlaying Ed’s transformation into the Kraken, the shots of Stede’s books falling into the water? “I have begun to long for you/I who have no greed/I have begun to ask for you/I who have no need/You say you've gone away from me/But I can feel you when you breathe” It takes a scene that could have been campy or funny and with the power of Leonard Cohen elevates it to the most emotionally devastating shit you’ve ever seen.

Our Prayer: It’s so brief but it’s SO good. The blissful music overlaying Stede’s smile at being known.

Miles from Nowhere: Beautiful song, beautiful sentiment, Stede is finally, truly free of his old life and is on his way to discover what his new one will be: “I have my freedom/I can make my own rules/Oh yes, the ones that I choose”

High on a Rocky Ledge: I loved this choice as an opening and hearing it over the shot of all the flags always makes me so emotional.

Perfect Day: I can’t believe I’ve put my dear Lou Reed so low on this list but that’s what the impeccable choices above do for me. Obviously the crucial lyrics here are, “You made me forget myself/I thought I was someone else/Someone good” and juxtaposed over Ed rowing alone and Stede returning to discomfort in a married state it’s just so much.

The Empty Boat: I actually LOVE this choice, the lyrics are so good for Ed’s expression and feelings in this scene, but it just doesn’t feature as strongly as the others.

Bonus shoutout to Il triello: Olivia, give him the old fuck eye!

Trailer interlude:

Because the Night: This choice made me absolutely deranged. Hearing this was when I was like oh they are going to fuck and I am somehow going to be seeing it in a few weeks on my screen. The night before the premiere I was so full of emotions that I took a drive and played this over and over again while screaming along to try to get some of them out.

The Beautiful Ones: My brain became an endless loop of Baby baby baby for a week with Stede’s words and the cake toppers overlaid.

Season 2:

This Woman’s Work: This is THE song of the season to me. We all wanted a reunion, we wrote something like 10,000 versions of it, I personally wrote something like 10 versions of it, and then the actual reunion was SO gorgeous and SO perfect and soundtracked by this and “all the things I should have said that I never said, all the things we should have done that we never did” and that piano and the build and and and I will never recover.

Pygmy Love Song AND Seabird: I put these two as one because they’re the crux of Ed’s journey in this season and they work so well together thematically. First, the Impossible Birds - imagine hearing that there’s a piece of media about Blackbeard, infamous pirate, where one of his lines of dialogue is, “We’re never going back to land. We’re gonna sail, rob, raise hell, forever and ever without end” and instead of these words being delivered as a tough war cry they’re instead spoken in utter grief in a voice made nasal from tears. Taika’s delivery is so good it makes me want to eat through a brick wall (and all shout outs forever to Joel Fry for playing off him in this scene and several others). Playing in the background, its music lilting and warbling just as much as Ed’s voice? “My heart, my heart is full of love, I have nothing else.” So then a bunch of stuff happens (see the aforementioned reunion above) and we’re in episode 4 and Ed sees Buttons turn into an actual Impossible Bird, choosing to transform himself for love, and as Ed says “Fuck yeah brother, fly,” his face shining with revelation, we get, “There’s a road I know I must go/even though I tell myself that road is closed/like a lonely seabird/you’ve been away from land too long” MAGGIE PHILLIPS YOUR MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Run From Me: I was already a big Timber Timbre fan so when I read that one of their songs was in the show, I got very excited, and this did not disappoint. Its use to bookend this episode was incredible - the jilted wedding theme and the slow beginning of the song at the beginning as Ed is clearly in such a low place contrasted with the faster end of the song at the end of the episode as Ed enters this manic state during the storm - double Maggie Phillips your mind!!!

Strawberry Letter 23: The opening chords of this starting right after Ed introduces himself as the devil - just perfection. Ed’s sending 88 letters in his own way.

Road to Moscow: This one feels like a real “I just heard it last night and if anything happened to it I would kill everyone and myself” situation. Fascinating use here because the song is about a Russian soldier witnessing the ultimately-failed German invasion of Russia in WWII - a notoriously bloody campaign with massive losses on both sides, which is of course what happens to our crew and the soldiers they encounter as well. This line gave me chills in the context of the crew fighting through the trees: “Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the trees/Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and on our knees/And all that I ever was able to see/The fire in the air glowing red, silhouetting the smoke on the breeze”.

I Love My Baby: Perfect double use. Also further wedding foreshadowing: “Just say you love me

And we'll go to the preacherman/Just say you love me/And before him we'll stand/We'll live our lives together/As we go hand in hand.”

Baby: Can’t believe this is so low but the other ones were all so good!!

The Times They Are A-Changing: Great use, loved that they used the Nina Simone version, it’s just not as significant to me as the others.

Callback Gnossienne No. 5: this playing while Stede’s looking through the cabin in episode 3 made me want to lay down in the road.

#ofmd 2 #ofmd music

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fandomanimatic-tournament · 1 year ago

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Fandom song animatic tournament: Bracket 2 Side B Round 2

This is Home / Home - Cavetown

"Get a load of this monster He doesn't know how to communicate His mind is in a different place Will everybody please give him a little bit of space Get a load of this train-wreck His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet But little do we know, the stars Welcome him with open arms"

How Far We've Come - Matchbox 20

"But I believe the world is burning to the ground Oh well, I guess we're gonna find out Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come"

Remember that we're voting on how Iconic they are for ANIMATICS, not for the song itself. In order to make things fair, the tone and mood of the song should not affect how iconic it is (for example, a serious song should not be considered more iconic than a joke song just because it's serious)Propaganda and animatic links of the songs under the cut:

This is Home / Home - Cavetown

Propaganda:

This song is sooooo sad man... the animatics to this one are so sad its very much a self loathing melacholy song and so you get a lot of really angsty sad animatics from this one, some can be downright gut wrenching but either way you see this song a whole lot so it deserves a place in the hall of fame

this is to the danganronpa animatic i watched all the way back in 2020 that i STILL think about even though im not in the fandom anymore. that animatic is the animatic of all animatics ever to me.

Animatics with the song:

The Magnus Archives (Home)

Homestuck (This is Home)

Good Omens (Home)

The Magnus Archives (Home)

Danganronpa (This is Home)

How Far We've Come - Matchbox 20

Propaganda:

Aside from two of my favourite ever animatics being to this (Homestuck and Hermitcraft 8) it’s such a fandom song (genuinely up there with soldier poet king in the “oh my god it’s just like my d&d party” vibe). So many stories are about averting an apocalypse or some other looming threat “I’m waking up at the start of the end of the world” and the whole song is about reflecting back on your life and that of the world around you. It’s perfect for a climatic buildup to the end of a campaign or series finale, or a summary of an entire work. “Say your goodbyes if you’ve got someone you can say goodbye to” is perfect for drawing ships or friends or siblings to, with maybe one solitary person at the end. The percussion and guitar also make it very suited to animatics - there’s perfect parts in the music to switch between frames or scenes. It’s been around since 2007 so it’s nostalgic and from the peak of amvs and animatics. Please this song fucks so hard look at all the lyrics listen to it on loop it’s so quintessential to me

the DRAMA. the STORY. the EMOTIONS. this is a song for an animatic that covers character growth and major plot points, and it does it so well! if i am invested in the fandom and watch a how far we've come animatic i already know it will change me as a person

Dude. It makes the heart swell with emotion and pride at wow these characters sure have come far

It's the OG. I don't even know if homestuck started its popularity in the animatic scene but it was huge and it remains huge. From TAZ to (apparently, from a quick youtube search) hermitcraft, this song will tear at people's heartstrings as they think about blorbos the band has can't even imagine.

this song makes me so emotional ok? i know lots of fandoms use it but the ones that stuck with me are warrior cats, hermitcraft and of course homestuck. sorry for the cringe but im glad to be free. anyways this is THE song for anything that has either ended or had a large amount of time pass and also its just a really fucking good song on its own.

Animatics with the song:

Hermitcraft

The Adventure Zone

DSMP

Last Life SMP

Homestuck

Please be cautious and read the title, description and warning cards on the animatic videos if you decide to watch them. If you've got specific triggers I'd recommend even more caution when watching animatics of fandoms you don't know, since sometimes canon-typical themes don't get warnings.

#fandom animatic tournament #tumblr poll #tumblr tournament #tumblr tourney

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 1 year ago

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Hi! Can I request Alois, our Ciel, real Ciel and Sebastian, with a s/o who makes music as a form of coping please? The music being similar to the likes of Ethel Cain, Flower Face, Nicole Dollanganger, especially in terms of themes. Thank you!

bwaaah thank u for giving me some new artists to listen to~

I have only listened to a couple songs, but I'm a sucker for dark music with pretty voices

I also had fun making up some lyrics for the S/O's songs, so I hope I did ok!! <3

Ooh. Haunting and gorgeous… one of his very favorite combinations! It’s not really his fault that he’s drawn to it all. He’s got his own issues to cope with, various traumas, and he can find comfort in the things his S/O writes about, like they find comfort in those things. Maybe the two of them aren’t exactly the same, but if he can curl up inside this music and feel not so alone, he thinks something about it must be helping them to heal, too. He’ll happily spend nights with his head on their chest, singing along quietly to the songs of theirs which most find their way to his mind in a constant loop. “Here in the garden, shall I stay? / Or will I grow wings so I can fly away? / There’s not a place / that could ever erase / the stains on my soul that have yet to fade to grey…”

Oh, dear, how very complicated his darling is. How did he never notice what a creative mind they hid behind that pretty face? That’s fine. He’s more than happy to give their music his full appreciation, now that he’s managed to hear some of it. He also has a penchant for looking at their first drafts and jotted-down ideas… he’s actually very good at picking out the parts that hit him in the most delightfully painful way. Then he’s happy to help them build the rest of the song around those focal points, if they’d have his company in this process. It’s certainly an exercise in imagination, sitting at the piano with them and feeding off their energy. It’s almost relaxing. “Knock, knock / do you know who’s there? / the dead don’t talk / but I don’t care / cold and pale / my lips still speak / I’ll tell the tale / I’ll show them what you did to me.”

… Quite disturbing, if you ask him. Quite. He doesn’t presume to know the full extent of whatever they’ve gone through, but his sweetheart is free to do as they please. If it helps them, then by all means, he isn’t going to demand they stop or try to hide it from him just because it isn’t something he would do. A part of him is interested in it; the things he’s been through are things he avoids thinking about at all. Dwelling on them long enough to write songs about his feelings in regard to his past would drive him insane. It’s different for them? Perhaps once those things are out of their head, it’s some kind of healing. If it works for his S/O, then more power to them. He doesn’t go near their process, nor does he try to write any himself. That said, he does catch himself singing under his breath occasionally, small parts of their songs which are a gentle balm to his heart. “But you’re in the corner crying / nobody knows your heart, do they? / And sometimes it feels like you’re dying / keep your head above water, water / maybe being baptized won’t feel like drowning one day.”

Ah, now… what a dark, beautiful little soul he has on his hands. He knew from the start that his beloved had a twisted and delicious energy, but he didn’t plumb the depths of it until he began to pay more attention to the things they write. They have been through the worst life has to offer, it seems, and he’s only appealing to his true demonic nature when that makes him all the more attracted to them. Although he keeps his composure around others, he shows a marked curiosity in their work whilst in private with them. They’ll show him as much as he wants to see, won’t they? He can pick out favorite pieces, and the ones which sound as if they hurt most will earn them a kiss from him. He wants to be close to their troubled heart — he does, however, very much want to make sure it doesn’t grow ever more troubled. Should it please them and be a comfort, he’ll even sing their music as he holds them in his arms. “Blacker than black / I cannot see through the dark / did I ever have a heart? / Oh, did I ever have a heart? / Was it taken from me / and you called it setting me free? / So come let me do the same for you / let me set you free, too.”

#trauma tw #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Alois #Astre #Ciel #Sebastian #reaction #romantic #drama #hurt/comfort #angst #how do I tag this one haha??#anyway I had fun maybe I'll do more with some of these lyrics at some point uwu #one hell of a queue

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crossroadsdimension · 5 months ago

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hey, hey Cross, for the ask game

🥺 😈 🛒 🎶 🍦🌞

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Acts of kindness! You can and WILL get me just by having characters be gentle with each other or assist each other with absolutely anything. I love the small moments in down time scenes where characters can just. Be. And do small nice things for each other. Recovery after battles is a good place for that kind of thing.

(Shoot I get myself doing that.)

Happy reunions after being separated for a time also feel great. Like. That's your best friend! You've been looking for them! HUG TIME.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

In Mental Link, my FFVII AU, there's a scene where the character Kunsel takes his helmet off. (For context -- Kunsel exists in Crisis Core, the FFVII "prequel," but we never see him without his helmet. People have been trying to figure out what he looks like for years.)

I teased my readers by having him take the helmet off and only confirming he has the blue mako eyes and saying nothing else about his features. Seeing the comments roll in on that chapter was delightful.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I'm a sucker for inter-dimensional travel, firstly. I've got an OC that I channel as much of that desire into as possible. Maria Carlsdale gets to travel between realities and I get to sit at home and imagine them all.

I also like deep friendships, found family, and just. Writing adventures about saving various aspects of one thing or another, while also throwing a "what-if" twist into the works. It doesn't change the characters any -- I just throw a monkey wrench into the canon plot and see how the characters react to it. Those are VERY fun.

Some twisted part of me also likes to play with various kinds of mental manipulation of the mind control variety -- which, so far, has also been channeled into Maria's adventures. She's had to deal with so many attempts on her free will she's developed immunities to most of them. The twisted part of me complains that I can't use her as the victim, but honestly, she deserves it after everything I've put her through...and there are worse ways to use mind control than just force the protagonist to go under.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Depends! It flip-flops in accordance with many factors. I tend to prefer orchestrations to songs with lyrics, though -- it's easier to focus on what I'm writing when I'm not trying to listen to the words.

Right now, it's been a lot of FFXIV, FFXVI, and Mobius Final Fantasy music on repeat, when I do listen. I am very deep into the Final Fantasy franchise right now. XD

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

...thaaat's a tough question. But my mind goes straight to Sweet Tooth, which is a Gravity Falls fic about Dipper and Mabel discovering that their Grunkle Ford loves jellybeans. I wrote it after Journal 3 was released! Probably another one would be From One Support to Another, a Rising of the Shield Hero and Log Horizon one-shot crossover. I thought a calm moment for Naofumi, getting to meet Shiro the Support-class Sorcerer would do him some good.

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Early morning or at the end of the day -- mostly because that's the easiest time for me to write something. Can't write when I'm working after all (the journal I keep on hand is mostly for notes, not for whole scenes. Doesn't mean I won't slip a couple in there on occasion, though....)

#cross' rambling #cross answers #ladyazzyscoffeecorner #writer emoji ask meme

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thebandcampdiaries · 1 year ago

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An interview with Joel from St Eriks Street: Keep reading to learn more!

1) Congrats on this amazing new release! How did you develop this unique musical vision, and what inspired you to blur the lines between genres in your compositions?

Thank you so much for the kind words! The vision for "Imagination Invasion" came from a fusion of my long-standing love for electronic music and a desire to explore new, untapped emotional landscapes through instrumental compositions.

From an early age, I was fascinated by the power of electronica to evoke complex emotions without the need for lyrics. The genre's inherent flexibility allowed me to experiment with a wide range of sounds, from ethereal synthesizers to pounding drums. Over the years, I found myself drawn to a variety of other genres as well—classical for its emotional depth, rock for its raw energy, and jazz for its improvisational freedom.

The idea to blur the lines between genres emerged naturally as I began composing. I realized that genres are essentially boundaries, and sometimes those boundaries can limit creativity. In this album, I aimed to move beyond those confines to create a sonic experience that isn't easy to label but is emotionally resonant. Each track is like a new world, built from the ground up, borrowing elements from different genres to create something fresh and unprecedented.

The name "Imagination Invasion" is itself an invitation—to let your imagination take over, to break free from the expectations of what music 'should' be, and to embrace the full emotional spectrum that music can offer.

So, in essence, this album is my attempt to break down walls and encourage listeners to open their minds to new sonic possibilities. It's been a labor of love, and I'm thrilled to finally share it with the world.

2) Could you tell us about your creative process in crafting such immersive sonic landscapes, particularly your use of synthesizers on the album?

Absolutely, I'd be thrilled to delve into that! Crafting immersive sonic landscapes is something akin to painting, but instead of colors and shapes, I'm using frequencies and rhythms.

My love for synthesizers plays a critical role in this endeavor. They're more than just instruments to me; they're like sonic paintbrushes that can create a broad spectrum of textures and moods. Modern synthesizers offer an incredible range of possibilities—from mimicking the natural world with sounds like rainfall or bird calls to generating entirely alien, unidentifiable timbres.

When I start building a track, it often begins with a single sound or loop that captures my imagination. It could be a rich pad, a striking lead sound, or even just an intriguing rhythmic pattern. From there, I construct layers, each one adding depth and complexity to the composition. I like to think of it as sculpting with sound; each layer chips away at the block of silence, revealing the form within.

But synthesizers are just part of the equation. To make the sonic landscape truly immersive, I also employ various techniques like spatial audio effects, dynamic panning, and intricate automation curves. These help give the music a three-dimensional quality, like you're not just listening to a track but stepping into a new world.

Ultimately, my aim is to create music that not only engages the ears but also envelops the listener, inviting them to explore, feel, and contemplate. It's an intimate process, and one that I find endlessly rewarding.

3) How did your broad range of creative interests influence the production of "Imagination Invasion”?

My broad range of creative interests has been invaluable in shaping the unique texture and tone of "Imagination Invasion." While music is my primary outlet, I'm also deeply interested in various other forms of art and expression, such as visual arts, literature, and even science fiction.

These interests work synergistically to inform my music. For example, my love for visual arts like painting and sculpture influences how I visualize music. I often approach each track as a blank canvas, where each synth pattern, beat, or melody is like a brushstroke that contributes to a larger auditory painting. Similarly, concepts from science fiction such as alternate realities or futuristic landscapes often inform the narrative arc of a track or the album as a whole.

Literature plays a role as well. The emotive power of well-crafted words has always fascinated me, and I strive to achieve that same level of emotional nuance and complexity in my music. Each track aims to tell a story or convey a mood, much like a chapter in a novel. This narrative approach often influences the structure of the tracks, encouraging me to deviate from conventional song structures to better serve the 'story' I'm aiming to tell.

Even my interest in science and technology has a role. I love staying updated on the latest advancements in audio engineering and sound design, which allows me to take advantage of new techniques and technologies that can add a distinctive touch to my music.

In essence, all these varied interests coalesce to create a multidimensional approach to music production. They enrich my understanding of what's possible, inspiring me to push the boundaries and create something that is not only sonically engaging but also emotionally and intellectually stimulating. By blending these different facets of creativity, "Imagination Invasion" becomes a project that is richer and more complex than it would be if influenced by musical inspiration alone.

4) The album features a variety of tracks, each with its own distinct vibe and atmosphere. Was it challenging to create a set list that felt right for the album track order?

Absolutely, curating the right track order for "Imagination Invasion" was both a challenging and rewarding experience. Given that each track has its own unique vibe and atmosphere, finding a sequence that offers a balanced listening journey required considerable thought.

I approached this challenge much like a film director might approach editing scenes in a movie. The pacing, the emotional highs and lows, and the thematic connections between tracks—all of these elements had to be weighed carefully. Just like in storytelling, you want to open strong to capture attention but also save some of your most impactful material for key moments throughout the album.

I experimented with multiple track sequences, listening to each one from start to finish, gauging how well the tracks flowed into one another. I wanted to create a sense of progression, an evolving soundscape that would take listeners on an emotional and sonic journey. Some tracks naturally fit together, sharing similar tempos or complementary emotional tones, while others provided the necessary contrast to keep the listening experience dynamic.

Another factor I considered was the narrative arc of the album. While "Imagination Invasion" is an instrumental project, I still aimed to create a storyline or thematic progression through the sequence of tracks. For instance, the album opens with "Memories of School," a beatless track that sets the stage for the listener's journey of nostalgia and getting in the mindset of thinking about childhood, and concludes with “Memories of School – Reprise” which offers a sense of resolution and reflection by essentially being the same song but slightly longer and it has new melodies. I really liked the idea of starting and ending the album with those two songs, because the idea was to have the album be about the concept of memories.

It was almost like assembling a puzzle; each piece had its own intrinsic value but needed to fit seamlessly within the broader picture. In the end, I believe the track order we settled on does justice to the individual songs while creating a cohesive, engaging whole. And I hope that listeners will appreciate the thought and care that went into crafting not just each track, but the album as a whole.

5) The album takes listeners on a sonic journey that feels both familiar and fresh. Could you discuss how you manage to maintain a cohesive musical narrative while experimenting with such diverse sounds?

Creating a cohesive musical narrative while also delving into diverse sonic terrains was one of the most exciting challenges in crafting "Imagination Invasion." At the core of this balance is a commitment to emotional honesty and thematic consistency, even as I ventured into new musical realms.

Firstly, I always had a core set of musical and thematic elements that serve as the "spine" of the album. These could be certain recurring chord progressions, rhythmic elements, or synth timbres that make appearances throughout the album. Even when branching into wildly different styles or moods, these unifying elements serve as touchstones that remind the listener of the album's central ethos.

For instance, the main synth motif introduced in the opening track, "Memories of School," makes its reprise at the end of the album, to create a sense of unity, familiarity, and ultimately closure – like closing the chapter of this book of songs that I created.

Secondly, I paid close attention to emotional flow. While each track explores different vibes and atmospheres—from the uplifting crescendos in "Recess" to the introspective moments in "Falling Leaves"—there's an emotional thread that ties them all together. I aimed for the album to reflect the complexity of human emotions: joy, sorrow, excitement, contemplation, and so on, but in a way that feels like a single, unified journey.

Lastly, despite the diversity of sounds and styles, I maintained a consistent approach to production and sound design. The same "sonic palette" was used throughout, even if the individual "colors" were mixed in different ways. This ensures that even when a track ventures into new territory, it still feels like a part of the same world. For example, I used the same electronic drum kit on several of the songs, in order to maintain a consistent feel throughout.

Maintaining a cohesive narrative amid such diversity is like walking a tightrope. It requires a deep understanding of both the individual elements and the larger structure they inhabit. But when done successfully, it allows for an album that is both diverse and unified, taking listeners on a journey that is at once familiar and refreshingly new.

6) Do you have any plans for future releases or tours?

I do! I have two new singles slated for release in September and October of this year. I’m not sure if I’ll be creating a new album any time soon. “Imagination Invasion” is my 7th album that I’ve released as an independent artist, and it really took a lot of time and effort to put it all together. I’m taking some time to “reset” my creative side and to focus on other things for a while and to gain more inspiration for what the next album will be about. I’m sure there will be a new album released at some point in 2024 😊.

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q-ueen-potato · 2 years ago

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Now, Luffy is no fool. He may not be the smartest of all the seas but he knows a thing or two and otherwise Nika wasn't stupid

He is the son of the truth! And just like his duties, as the god of freedom his mind is, like all of himself, free. Free to interpret, free to imagine and free to think.

So no, he is not dumb.

He felt his smile dies as he looks at his good friend singing with passion

'Oh Uta, this was too far' Luffy-Nika thinks with a sadness mixed with a warmth for the care his long friend gives.

He didn't want to ruin the show, but he couldn't help with the lyrics repeating itself in his head in a loop.

"I AM HUNGRY" he partially scream so he can be heard by his friends

"YOU HAVE MEAT IM YOUR HANDS"

"BUT I AM HUNGRY HUNGRY!"

Okay- Hear me out brain spouse...

The god of Freedom... Sun God Nika now known as Luffy...

Singing the Tot Musica?

(and the world's fucked.)

Brain spouse do you want to see the world burn?

Like this is ask for a catastrophe....I am in

"I never wanted to burn the world, I just wanted to make everyone happy, everyone dance...so let's dance"

#one piece au #one piece #deity au #reincarnation au

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vanrougelia · 2 years ago

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HIII i miss your yandere takes they r so good hh; could you please do yan!idia or jamil (i know these two are your faves 👀) with an idol!reader? reader can be female if you want!!

OMG HEY dwdw i haven't given up on writing yandere scenarios 😭😭 i just don't have time to do so YEAHH here's my comeback fic!! im kinda rusty in writing so i might've not do justice (and these r kinda rushed) 🥹 these are very open-ended so feel free to imagine what happens next!! (and brainrot dumps on my ask box are also appreciated✨)

jamil + idia x idol!reader, separately

notes: reader is a pomefiore student, and is well known alongside vil. reader is not yuu. vil and reader are implied close friends but is not mentioned. reader's UM is described in jamil's part. not proofread, sorry if there are mistakes ueueue

cw: yandere, stalking, obsession, slight mind control in jamil's part, idia is delusional in this one

jamil viper

who would've thought that scarabia's vice dorm leader would be such a fan of the lovely [stage name], who also resides in pomefiore.

it would be natural for [name] to be associated with the one and only vil schoenheit, as they have chemistry, according to media. and that is what JAMIL VIPER extremely despised.

he knows you are such a charmer, and you can easily make people fall for your charms with just a look in your eye and a snap from your finger. maybe this is it for him, he thinks. you share a lot of similarities and he can't help but smile at that thought!

oh, but he has another obstacle. he knows kalim is also a big fan as well, always gushing about how well you perform that one particular song and, oh great seven, does he not want to hear it anymore, especially from kalim's mouth. he thinks it's better if he were the type to gatekeep, but due to you being extremely popular, especially in nrc, it's no use to do so.

you have heard of JAMIL before. it's impossible that you don't know him, especially when he performed alongside vil during the vdc. you liked his performance, so you took an interest in him.

and how did he feel after hearing that? ecstatic. if he continues to woo you with his talents, there'll be no doubt that you'll want to have him featured in your future songs. because of that, you'll be by his side more often! he thinks that this would be the perfect opportunity to become a lot closer to you. if only he had more free time...

however, if you're really stubborn, he may have to use his snake charmer on you. he doesn't really want to take control over you, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and there'll be a time and place where you'll submit yourself fully to JAMIL, and only he can watch you perform.

idia shroud

ah yes, IDIA SHROUD, the dorm leader of ignihyde, the shut-in gamer would of course be a big fan of the one and only [stage name]. you're extremely talented, so who are they to argue with him?

idia is very delusional when it comes to you, and dear does it get worse as time passes. he would think that he's your boyfriend, but in reality, he's just someone to you, as you barely acknowledge his existence, even in nrc. but he's too obsessed with this delusion, too detached from reality that he would give you gifts that you accept, confused. his gifts are pretty tame, as for now.

and those gifts sometimes turn into creepy fanletters.

but when you work with another male celebrity, or worse, vil schoenheit, his hair would light up in rage. you're trying to replace him with someone else? with vil? he gets that the pomefiore's dorm leader is very beautiful and talented, but aren't you tired from being tormented by him with his strict rules regarding beauty? IDIA would take care of you better than him, he thought, you only deserve the best!

he'll loop your songs all day, memorize the lyrics and dance steps, no matter how hard it is, know every fanchant on the song, buy every merch you would have. he's your no.1 ultimate fan, so why are you not noticing him?

IDIA may have to resort to stalking you. of course, not physically, but with the use of cameras. the fact that you study in nrc is already a bonus for him, since you are much closer. he knows every schedule of your life, your routine, what you'll practice in that particular time. how does he know? no one knows.

he'll not kidnap you to keep you for himself, not yet. you haven't done anything wrong, to him at least, but if IDIA deems so, he may have to make tactics. he doesn't want you to disappear from the stage yet.

i think the idia favoritism is visible in this one teehee

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chudleycanonficfest · 3 years ago

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I can't imagine my life without you

Day 13, Story #1 is by @cheesyficwriter

Title: I can’t imagine my life without you

Author: cheesyficwriter

Pairing: Ron/Hermione

Prompt: Song fic (lyric prompt), “Imagine” by Ben Platt

Rating: T

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of postpartum depression

I can’t imagine my life without you

It’s a day like no other, leaving Hermione wishing it could be over.

The transition back to work at the Ministry full-time after giving birth to little Rosie presents more challenges than anticipated. Each day, she chips a fraction away at her massive to-do list, endless amounts of paperwork and research for upcoming trials, leaving her only mildly satisfied with what she’s accomplished.

In reality, Hermione is aware that it’s in her nature to obsess over all aspects of her work that could go wrong. She always prides herself on her professionalism and now struggles with maintaining the work-life balance necessary for a new mum.

Most days, she arrives at the Ministry too tired to think straight. The hours are long, and as someone running on frequent nights with minimal sleep, it’s difficult for Hermione to be as productive as she used to be in the department.

Rosie is a fussy baby, and the hours not spent at work are spent fighting for ways to keep her calm — holding her, rocking, changing her nappy, feeding, entertaining. It’s unnatural for Hermione to feel like she has no clue what she’s doing, and that realization is frightening for a first-time parent.

Ron is a doting father, who seems to be having a much simpler time adjusting to the new addition to the family. He approaches parenting with natural ease. As soon as Ron picks Rosie up, she stops crying. If Ron walks into the room, a smile lights up their daughter’s face. He brings joy into her world, leaving Hermione with an overwhelming feeling of uncertainty if she is cut out for her new role as a mother.

Although Hermione tries to throw herself back into work to escape her struggles in her home life, the exhaustion takes a toll on her, resulting in far more emotional outbursts than deemed appropriate at work.

It isn’t easy to remain patient when challenges seem insurmountable, goals unattainable, and negative thoughts creep in to seep the joy out of her day.

As Hermione walks through the floo network to head home for the evening, she mentally prepares herself for the madness that she is certain she will walk into, if every other evening that same week is any indication.

For the first time in weeks, Hermione doesn’t arrive home to a crying baby. In fact, the stunning silence brings a wave of panic, prompting Hermione to withdraw her wand and call out,

“Ron?“

Soft, melodic music floats through the room, and Hermione begins walking towards the source as she listens for the lyrics.

Your eyes give life a new meaning

It’s like I found the North Lights

I never knew what I needed

Until I felt your hand holding mine

The sight Hermione uncovers has her at a standstill in the doorway of the kitchen.

There is a self-stirring saucepan on the stove and several knives chopping potatoes. The sink overflows with bubbles, piles of dirty dishes sticking out from underneath the suds.

Ron is there in the center of the room, cradling Rosie in his arms. He has a flannel thrown over his shoulder and a dummy in his hand as he bounces their cooing daughter.

A flat disc spirals on the gramophone in the corner of the room, the sound coming from it reverberating off the walls.

Yeah, you say I’m your hero

But you are the one that saved me

If I ever lost you

I’d fall to my knees

Hermione leans against the door frame, her heart swelling with great love for her little family. She watches as Ron twirls around the room with a squealing Rose, and he’s dancing with a rhythm that she didn’t know he possessed.

Covering her mouth with one hand, Hermione stifles a giggle, thinking back to a younger Ron and his clunky two left feet when they danced together at Bill and Fleur’s wedding. He was so nervous then — they both were — and she marvels at how far they’ve come.

Dancing is about letting go and being free. When nothing else works — as Hermione suspects is the case with Rosie, who has quite the set of lungs on her — turning on music seems to do the trick.

I can’t imagine my life without you

I can’t imagine one night without you

Seeing her family in the kitchen does wonders to lift Hermione’s mood, and it’s as if all of the stress and negativity just melt away. All she can see is her husband and daughter, and Hermione becomes conscious of the heart beating inside her chest in time with the steady rhythm of the music.

She’s torn between laughing, and crying, and bouncing along, and crying some more. Sometimes the best surprises can change the entire tone of a single day from the simplest of tasks.

In the Granger-Weasley household, dancing is their reset button.

If something happened, don’t know what I’d do

I can’t imagine, I can’t imagine my life without you

Ron has his back towards Hermione, slowly rocking Rosie from side to side with one hand while flourishing his wand towards the plates to start setting the supper table for three.

“What d'ya say, Rosie?” Ron murmurs before plopping a kiss on his daughter’s cheek. “Shall we tell your mum to stop gawking at us and come join us?”

Your eyes give life a new meaning

It’s like I found the North Lights

Oh, I never knew what I needed

Until I felt your hand holding mine

Hermione gasps as Ron pivots around, meeting her gaze with a lazy grin and a wink.

Rosie squirms in Ron’s arms, and she’s reaching towards her mother with glee.

With a shaky breath, Hermione walks forward to take hold of her daughter, who rests her little head on Hermione’s shoulder.

“She’s missed her mummy today,” Ron comments as he leans over Rose’s head of ginger hair to press a soft kiss to Hermione’s temple.

“Mmm.” Hermione’s eyelids droop to a close. “Is she the only one?“

“Not a chance, Granger.” Ron brushes a hand down her cheek, making her eyelids flutter open. He’s studying her like he has a window into her soul, and it’s as if all of the emotions she’s felt throughout the day are now on full display for him to see.

Ron always does have the impeccable ability to get her, particularly when she’s stressed beyond belief.

“Bad day, love?"

"Better now,” Hermione replies, burying her nose into the small patch of curls on Rose’s head, inhaling the sweet scent of fresh strawberries and warm milk. A smell that is so wonderfully baby.

Her baby.

Yeah, you say I’m your hero

But you are the one that saved me

If I ever lost you

I’d fall to my knees

When Hermione first arrived back at their cottage for the evening, all she wanted to do was fall underneath the covers and wallow. It could’ve been easy for her to fall into a looping pattern of self-pity.

Seeing her family provides a sense of calm in the natural ebb and flow of life. However big or small, bad days are only temporary.

Now, standing with the two most important people in her life, she’s filled with a sense of gratitude for their constant presence. Thanks to them, she knows what it means to be happy and to see the beauty in tough moments.

I can’t imagine my life without you

I can’t imagine one night without you

If something happened, don’t know what I’d do

I can’t imagine, I can’t imagine my life without you

“It’s okay, love.” Ron cradles her cheek with one hand, a gesture that he knows always calms her. “It’s okay to let it all go.”

He rests his forehead to hers, and they slowly start to sway together along to the gentle rhythm of the song playing in the background. Rose squeals from the space between her parents’ bodies, reminding them of her presence. Both Ron and Hermione chuckle, planting matching kisses on both sides of their daughter’s cheeks.

A wide grin spreads across Hermione’s face, and a familiar set of words filter into her thoughts: Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light. Fond memories flashing through her mind of Professor Dumbledore — long white beard, spectacles, and all.

It’s easy to lose sight of what’s most important when drowning in negativity. Dancing provides an opportunity for her to slow her thoughts down and root herself in the present.

Her family is the source of light in her darkest times.

I can’t imagine my life without you

#chudleycanonficfest2021 #HP fest #hp canon pairings #canon fest romantic #submission #tw: mentions of postpartum depression #romione #ron weasley x hermione granger #hermione granger x ron weasley

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carnationcreation · 4 years ago

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reggie x bandmember!rapper!reader

where the reggie has a crush on reader and tries to win them over.

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TITLE: Distractions (JATP Reggie x bandmember!reader)

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Prompt/summary: Reggie has a crush on the lyricist behind the bands raps and verses and he’s trying desperately to win her over

Word Count: 1,614

Authors note: I don’t really know too much about rap so I decided to relate it more to music but she still basis her lyrics in rap so I hope this is okay!

Being the newest member to the band left me under a lot of pressure, I had to switch between different instruments and learn the parts in case something happened to one of the members so I could go on in their place. So I was like an understudy for the Phantoms as well as one of their lyricists. If Luke or Julie were having trouble getting inspiration they’d come to me and I’d help them work their way through their writers block by making them listen to famous rappers like Tupac and Eminem. After a while their minds would be focusing on the rhythms and the melodies instead of just words, because you can’t have a good song unless it flows like a stream.

The problem that seemed to keep arising was Reggie trying to get my attention.

“(Y/n) watch!” Reggie said before he swung his bass over his back making it loop around so he could catch it again.

“That’s cool Reg but we’re supposed to be working,” I responded before turning back to my notebook on top of the piano, missing Reggie’s pouting face.

He was so sweet to me, but sometimes his antics would interfere with my work. I knew he wasn’t trying to be annoying but after a long day of learning songs and writing with Julie it can feel like he’s just trying to distract me just because he can.

“Alright so then there’s a key change up to a D major,” Julie said as she played the chord effortlessly on the piano, “And then I’m thinking Luke will come in on the melody-”

“(Y/n) look what I made you!” Reggie said running up to the piano, he placed a piece of paper in my hand, looking at me expectantly. I smiled at the picture of a hand turkey colored in with different colored crayons.

“Wow, thank you Reggie,” I said and turned back to the piano with Julie.

“He really doesn’t stop does he?” she said quietly.

I nodded, “It’s endearing most of the time but right now I just really want to get this done.”

“I need a line right here, I just can’t get it right.”

Julie and I continued writing, even leaving me a space to do some free verse that acts as a counter melody as well as to pick up the tempo for the final chorus. It wasn’t too long after that when Reggie tapped me on the shoulder.

“What Reggie?” I said annoyed.

“Oh,” Reggie said, “I wanted to ask if you were ready for our bass lesson but I’ll wait.”

My face softened as I saw the time on my watch, “I’m sorry Reg I lost track of time.”

He nodded and led me over to the stools he had set up, I grabbed his bass out of the stand and plugged it up to the amp beside the piano.

“I’m sorry I annoy you all the time,” Reggie said quietly.

“What do you mean Reggie?”

He sighed, “I just want to talk to you all the time I just forget that you’re doing important stuff for the band.”

I smiled, “Reggie you could never annoy me, or at least not to the point where I wouldn’t like you.”

“So you really did like my hand turkey?”

I laughed, “Yes Reggie I promise I really did.”

Reggie grinned widely and pulled me into a tight hug making me giggle.

“Are you gonna keep it?”

I picked up the paper and walked over to the piano where my binder full of song lyrics and sheet music sat, I slid the paper into the front clear pouch on the binder so everyone could see the turkey right on the front of the binder.

Reggie threw his hands up in the air, “Yay!”

“Alright we seriously have to get to work now,” I laughed.

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After a sold out concert at the Orpheum the night before Julie decided we should take the day off and have a movie marathon. Julie picked out the first 3 and chose all disney movies. We were watching the Little Mermaid when I started to feel myself getting mind numbingly bored from having to sit still on the couch next to Reggie and a sleeping Alex. I reached down to my feet and into my backpack to pull out my binder to scribble a few lyric ideas down before I forget them.

“What are you doing?” I heard Reggie whisper.

“Writing down some lyrics,” I said.

He scoffed, “Do you ever stop working?”

“Do you ever stop trying to get my attention?” I tease him with a smirk.

“Whatever, but you should take a break. It’s our day off you shouldn’t be working.”

“Depends on what you want to call working. Lyrics are just part of my thoughts for most of the day, I’m much more productive writing down wording and rhymes and beats from my head that can be molded into a new song otherwise I’d just forget them and be frustrated when I don’t have anything new.”

“Well, I guess I think about bass lines a lot so I see what you mean,” Reggie shrugged.

We sat quietly for a few minutes, as the credits started to roll I looked over to see Luke picking up Julie to take her to bed as she had fallen asleep. Alex stirred and stood up before walking outside to the studio. I’m assuming he went to sleep on the couch in there.

“Come on,” Reggie said, standing up.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

He smiled, “To get your thoughts on something else for a while.”

He grabbed my hand and led me out the front door, we walked out of Julie’s house and down the street. We finally hit main street and he pulled me over to a street vendor selling hotdogs and grabbed two for us before sitting down on a bench to eat.

“I’m surprised after how you died you still want to eat these,” I laughed.

“As long as it’s not from the back of a car I think I’ll be fine, they’re good!” he said before biting into his, “So what kind of lyrics were you writing down?”

I pulled my backpack off my shoulder and pulled out the binder, Reggie smiled and pointed at the hand turkey that was still on the front.

“Skies grew darker,

Current swept you out,

Inside this Eden,

No one hears us shout.”

“That’s kinda depressing,” Reggie said.

I laughed and tucked it back into my bag and put it at our feet.

“So those lyrics are just constantly in your head?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess where I’ve read and written so much poetry and listened to so much music all the time it’s just something that comes naturally to me,” I shrugged.

“Can I read through them?”

“You can read through it any time you want Reggie,” I said, I finished up my hotdog and crumpled up the wrapper.

“Really?” he asked.

I giggled, “Yes Reggie I trust you with my deepest, most depressing lyrics.”

He laughed and grabbed both of our wrappers and walked over to the trash can with me tagging closely behind him.

“I gotta head home, it’s starting to get late,” I said.

Looked at his watch, “Oh yeah, I’ll walk you home.”

“You don’t have to.”

Reggie scoffed sarcastically, “Can’t let a pretty lady walk home in the dark.”

I took his arm in mine, “What a gentleman.”

We walked down main street and finally turned to the street that led into my neighborhood. Reggie stopped and pointed at random things he saw along the way, and when he wasn’t doing that he was singing songs and dancing to them while walking along beside me trying to get me to laugh.

“Reggie quiet down my parents are gonna hear and ask why I’m outside with a boy.”

“Not just any boy, a formerly dead boy,” Reggie smirked.

“Shhh!” I stepped up to the gate and unlatched it, letting him and I into the garden.

“Come on (y/n). What if we rewrite the stars!” Reggie sang.

I rolled my eyes, “I shouldn’t have shown you that movie.”

“It’s catchy!” he said.

“Reggie,” I said grabbing his arm lightly and making him face me, “please be quiet for a minute.”

Reggie nodded but still giggled as I pulled out my house key and he followed me on to the porch.

“I had fun Reggie, this gave me more song ideas.”

“Well that’s good at least,” Reggie smiled, “can I drag you out tomorrow to annoy you some more?”

“For the last time Reg, you’re not annoying,” I giggled.

“If you say so,” Reggie said as he turned to walk away.

“Reggie?” I said. He turned around and I placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

Reggie smiled widely and grabbed my waist, pulling me in and kissing me on the lips this time. After a second we pulled away, “So, tomorrow?”

I smiled and shook my head, “Pick me up in the morning, and bring your skateboard.”

He grinned and turned. He ran down the steps and out onto the street, eventually tripping over the shoelaces of his converse and falling to the ground, “I’m okay!”

I laughed and turned to unlock the door. When I got to my room and pulled out my binder to put on my bed I began to mumble to myself, what if we rewrite the stars.

The rest of the night was filled with the memories of the night replaying in my head and the lyrics that poured out of them and on to the paper.

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imagine-that · 4 years ago

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Wonder

Warnings: a little angsty I guess? Kinda sad at some parts? Idk lol.

Pairing: (young) Sirius Black x reader

AN: this is my first song based imagine eeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppppp!!! I listened to wonder a few hundred times already and this popped into my mind as I was listening for about the tenth time I believe and it just unravelled into this from there. I love the Marauders, I love Shawn and being able to mix the two makes me so damn happy.

AN 2: ALL LYRICS USED ARE FROM THE SONG WONDER BY SHAWN MENDES, I put the song right below so you can listen and maybe get a feel for my inspiration or for the imagine itself a little more. Hope you love it as much as I do 🥰❤️☺️

Grabbing one last carefully decided on sweater, you slip it into your trunk, carefully closing the lid over top.

As you struggle to push it down to shut properly, the Marauders come bounding into the room, laughter following their entrance, nearly scaring you out of your skin and making you fall back and the trunk to burst open much to your dismay.

“Boys! I almost had that shut.” You groan from the ground, sitting up to give them each a playful glare.

“Sorry y/n! Didn’t realize you would be in here I’m afraid. Are you alright? Not too beat up I hope?” Sirius says worriedly, reaching down towards you and offering you a hand to get up.

You giggle at his dramatics, taking his hand in your own and hoisting yourself off the ground.

Sirius, though a majorly known flirt with every girl at hogwarts, held a special place in your heart. You were best friends till the very end. Perhaps sometimes even closer than he and James were.

Little did you know, he felt the bond between you was more than just that.

I wonder if I'm being real

Do I speak my truth or do I filter how I feel?

“I’ll live though my clothes may not be there every step of the way.” You laugh, the melodic sound filling Sirius’ ears, much to his delight. You gesture to your wide open trunk, making the boys flash a look of mock guilt. All of them except for Sirius of course, who looks genuinely sorry.

“Sorry ‘bout that y/l/n. Mind if I help you?” He asks, an eager smirk on his face. You just laugh, nodding your head as he walks over to the trunk and pushes down the lid hard, a loud smacking sound ringing through the air.

“My hero!” You cry, running over and wrapping your arms around him tightly, catching him off guard.

He hugs back tightly, scared that if he let go you might disappear or something.

“It was nothing fair maiden.” He whispers teasingly, his breath warm by your ear and making you giggle softly, a smile creeping across his face as you do so.

You could vividly remember the first day you’d met the boys, they’d been teasing Sirius about his families beliefs and their tradition of getting Slytherin as a house, the most evil of them all according to them.

Horrified by what they were saying, you’d jumped to his rescue. You scolded the other three for their behaviour and Sirius had been more than amused by your performance. He was immediately taken by you, not that he’d ever tell you that.

I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

To live inside a world that isn't black and white?

Since that day, you and the group had been inseparable and you and Sirius were connected at the hip.

“You’re such a dork Sirius.” You giggle again, your forehead against his chest as you laugh.

He’s thankful for this, knowing you can’t see his reddened face. The other boys however, mock Sirius in his shockened state.

Anyone would be shocked at this sight. No one had ever seen Sirius Black so flustered. It was the strangest thing to see.

“Right back at you y/n/n.” He chuckles, regaining his composure before you can see his previous reaction.

“Hello? What’re we, snivellus snape?” James cry’s out, catching both of your attention as you turn your head, not quick enough to notice the scarlet faced Sirius beside you.

I wonder, what it's like to be my friends

Hope that they don't think I forget about them.

“You could’ve used a simple charm you know...” Remus mutters, earning a sharp look from Sirius and an elbow jab in the shoulder from James.

“Oi! You two! Picking on Remus won’t help you with anything, it’s just rude.” You mock lecture, pulling away from Sirius to pull the shorter and smarter boy in the group in for a hug himself, unknowingly making Sirius more jealous than ever before.

Remus felt a slight discomfort, knowing you were completely oblivious to the tension between the two at that very moment.

“So, packed up for the holidays already y/l/n? My parents won’t stop talking about how excited they are that your family is having dinner with us. I think they might like you more than they like me, their own bloody son!” James exclaims, looking as though the mere idea was completely crazy to him.

“Well Potter, I don’t get into nearly as much trouble as you so I wouldn’t blame them.” You tease, messing up his hair as you often did.

Your two families had been good friends for years and you’d known James since you were born. You’d grown apart over the years but after you both met Sirius the bond grew stronger than before.

Sirius’ eyes widen as he realizes that means spending time over the holidays with you, seeing as he was staying at the Potters this year as well. His parents were, as usual, furious at him for whatever reason.

The idea of being in close quarters with you during such an intimate time of year made the poor boys heart flutter inside his chest.

I wonder, I wonder...

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A few weeks later...

“James for god sake, stop hogging the every flavour beans!” You could hear Sirius cry out as you entered the Potter family home.

“Already fighting I see?” You ask with a playful grin. Sirius and James stop bickering, looking over to greet you only Sirius is at a loss for words.

You’d dressed as nicely as you could, but you’d still brought pants with you in case you needed them to run after the boys and their troublesome antics. However, you’d opted to wear a simple black skirt with a y/f/c top.

“Y/n, looking ugly as ever.” James teases. Just as you’re about to swat at his arm, his mother enters, looking furious.

“James Potter, did I just hear you say what I think I heard you say to sweet y/n?” She demands. James’ eyes go wide in fear as he gulps nervously.

“No I-.” He starts but his mother is already dragging him out of the room, scolding him for his lack of manners.

“Wouldn’t want to be him right now.” You chuckle, watching after the two.

“Yeah... he was only joking you know. I don’t think it’s even possible for you to look ugly y/n.” Sirius admits shyly.

You look at him with a coy smile and surprised y/e/c eyes, your face heating as it tinges pink.

Sirius tries to hold back a grin at the sight, never wanting to look at anything other than your face in that moment, knowing he’d more than likely have some sort of magnificent dream of it later that night, or at the very least have it running through his mind on a joyful loop as he tried to get some sleep.

Right before I close my eyes

The only thing that's on my mind.

“Of course not. It is James after all.” You agree, breaking the silence between you as you nervously run a hand up your arm.

“Yes of course.” He mutters before leaving the room.

The next few hours are spent in bliss, sharing stories between your two families and exchanging gifts and a delicious supper prepared by both of your mothers.

The minute dinner is over, you and the two boys race outside, quick to get away from the chance of chores.

“So Potter, any luck so far this year with Lily? Or are you still getting rejected every bloody time.” You ask with an eyebrow raised in amusement as you walk together.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I have you know she isn’t rejecting me. She’s simply having trouble making up her mind.” He sighs.

You snort at his argument, remaining unconvinced.

“Sure she is Potter.” You say sarcastically.

“Alright then y/l/n. This is only fair, so is there anyone you fancy yet?” He asks challengingly.

Sirius looks at you expectantly, waiting for the answer more eagerly than you could tell.

Been dreaming that you feel it too

I wonder what it's like to be loved by you, yeah

“No I don’t believe so.” You laugh, rolling your eyes and shaking your head at him.

Sirius’ face flashes with disappointment for a moment but it’s gone as soon as it has appeared, making you question if it had really been what you’d seen at all.

Shaking off the feeling of suspicion, you dare the boys to race with you down the hill you’d decided to sit on to take a breather. They both gladly take the challenge, practically crashing down the hill into each other.

As they reached the bottom, you continued your slow and relaxed pace, watching with a smile as they both stop to catch their breath desperately.

“We win... y/l/n.” James pants, trying to control his breathing.

“I’m well aware. I just wanted to watch the two of you nearly kill yourselves running.” You say, falling into a fit of giggles as the two chase you around the field.

You squeal excitedly as they catch up to you, both grabbing hold of you at the same time and pulling you back towards them as you kick and flail, failing to break free through your fit of laughter.

The two tickle you together, making you giggle even more, your rib cage aching from the feeling.

“S-stopppp! I get it!” You screech, tears in your eyes from laughing so hard.

The two move away, leaving you on the ground to recompose yourself. You take a few deep breaths, staring up at the sky as you calm down, blissfully watching the clouds.

James waggled his eyebrows at Sirius wordlessly, teasing him for the look of pure admiration he was fixing you with, though not to your knowledge.

I wonder what it's like

I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

After a while, the boys decide to join you, sprawling out on the ground on either side of you.

The three of you lay there for hours, watching the sky darken and chatting about everything you could think of. As you tease James about his crush on Lily Evans, he decides to work up the nerve to send her an owl.

Though you wanted to talk him out of it, you opted not to, too interested in what the outcome may be.

“He’s a real nutter thinking that pestering her will earn her affections.” You laugh to Sirius, your head rested comfortably on his shoulder.

He chuckles. “Yeah, I’m not sure Evans will much appreciate his attempts.” He agrees.

The two of you once again sit in a comfortable silence, happy to be in each other’s company. A few moments later, Sirius notices your trembling figure, seeing your arms covered in goosebumps from the crisp early winter air.

He pulls away, making you glance over at him in question as he removes his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders to protect you from hypothermia.

“Thanks Siri.” You whisper as you return to your previous position, the nickname a habit at this point.

“Of course y/l/n. I’m nothing if not a gentleman.” He laughs, hoping you don’t notice his slight stutter of nerves. No matter how many times you would snuggle up to him late at night or even during the day when you were getting sleepier, he could never stop the way his heart skipped a beat when it happened.

He always worried he would say the wrong thing and reveal his feelings or make you question his intentions.

I wonder, why I'm so afraid

Of saying something wrong, I never said I was a saint.

You look over the skyline with a smile on your face, tugging his jacket closer to you blissfully.

“So why aren’t you with your family this year Siri? I mean, I know they’re not exactly the greatest of people but it is the holidays and I know you miss your little brother.” You question, leaning back to let your head rest on the grass.

He sighs, putting his arms behind his head as he lays down next to you.

“They aren’t my family, haven’t you heard? I’m a Potter through and through!” He jokes bitterly and you frown over at him placing a hand on his shoulder and rubbing it in circles soothingly.

“I know you are. But you’re also a black. You’re brother needs you sometimes too, he’s just too much of a stubborn bloke to admit it.” You murmur, rolling over onto your side so you’re able to face him.

He groans, looking up at the sky and avoiding your gaze as he runs his hand through his hair.

“I bloody well know that y/n. But my mother all but disinvited me to holidays at home anyway so what was I supposed to do.” He mutters, sitting up with his face buried in his hands.

You look at him in surprise, never having seen much of this side of him. You saw the teasing side, the playful and friendly side and the flirty side. You’d only ever seen the deeper, darker side of Sirius once in your life and it hurt like hell watching him torment himself with his own thoughts this way.

“Your mother is a bloody wench.” You growl, picking at pieces of grass with a scowl.

He chuckles bitterly, pushing his hair back with one swoop of his hand.

“Tell me about it, she sent me a letter, practically a howler actually, just to tell me I’m basically the biggest disgrace our family’s ever seen and that I’m basically not a real black.” He whispers.

Just as you go to speak, you’re interrupted by his sniffles. You glance over to see him fighting back tears, practically ready to start bawling right there.

“Hey, Siri. It’s ok to cry you know.” You promise, pulling him into a tight hug. He gets a whiff of your perfume and feels immediately more comforted and loved than he ever had with anyone else, even the boys.

“I don’t know why I’m even crying. It’s not as though I even wanted to be there that badly. I’m being too sensitive.” He musters, his shoulders coming to a slow but sure halt to their shaking.

“You are not. You have every reason to be emotional Sirius. It’s not a bad thing.” You promise, running your fingers through his hair absentmindedly.

He glances at you doubtfully, not totally sure whether you were right or not.

I wonder, when I cry into my hands

I'm conditioned to feel like it makes me less of a man.

“I won’t tell anyone.” You promise quietly, smiling sadly over at his tear streaked face.

He stays quiet, staring out at the falling snow wordlessly, not wanting to further embarrass himself in front of you.

“Are you ok Sirius?” You ask worriedly, scared to have not heard so much as a peep out of the usual smart talkers mouth.

He blinks back more tears, wiping his face a bit and giving you a weak smile.

“Never better. No ones ever really wanted me anyways, at least it’s a fact now.” He jokes, clearly trying to make you think he’s feeling better.

He goes to get up and away from you, not wanting you to see him lose control of his emotions again but the gentle feeling of your fingers brushing against his arm makes him stop, looking at you in curiosity, his breathing finally fully tranquil.

“What y/n?” He asks tiredly, running a hand through his hair yet again. For as long as you’d known him, that’d been his biggest tell to when he was upset.

“I want you.” You say softly, meeting his eyes shyly, your hand overtop of his. “And the potters want you. Remus and Peter do too.” You add shakily, your face blushing furiously, looking lighter thanks to the moonlight.

His heart warms at the tone in your voice, the way your voice softens so slightly. He didn’t know why you sounded so innocent, you never did usually but there was something different in the way you were speaking to him. It felt different to Sirius, but it was a good kind of different. It almost made him forget about all his troubles, the way you often did.

“And whoever you even start to think doesn’t is wrong. Like, incredibly, madly wrong.” You continue, making him laugh slightly and bringing a small smile to your lips. “Your family is wrong about you Sirius. Someday, even they’ll see that.” You promise, moving over and enveloping him in another hug.

And I wonder if some day you'll be by my side

And tell me that the world will end up alright.

As the two of you pull out of the hug and away from each other’s embrace, you immediately feel a lack of warmth, not just outside but in your heart. You miss holding him, and vice versa. But neither of you dares to vocalize your realizations.

Instead, you sit, staring up at the stars and grinning at each other.

Though Sirius still felt the pain of his family’s words inside, his overwhelming sense of comfort and admiration with you was overpowering the negative, making his smile bright and genuine.

“I’m sure James is having a good time with that letter.” He jokes, making you giggle warmly.

“Yes, I’m sure he finished it forever ago.” You pipe in, both of you falling into a small heap of laughter.

He stands, bending down slightly to reach for your hand, pulling you up off the ground.

Not expecting the amount of force he’d decided to use, you fall forward as you reach your feet, practically flying into Sirius’ arms. He holds them out just in the nick of time, catching you right as you land smack dab against his chest, your arms wrapping around his torso on instinct.

“You alright there y/l/n?” He asks, obviously flustered by the sudden proximity between the two of you.

“Y-Yeah.” You stutter, your face going a bright beet red.

He looks down at you for a second, your eyes meeting as he quietly moves his hand and gingerly moves strands of hair off of your face, pushing them delicately behind your ear.

To both your silent delight, your eyes never leave each other’s. Suddenly, the gap between your bodies is shutting until finally, your lips have made their way to being a mere inch from his own.

I wonder, I wonder...

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fandomanimatic-tournament · 1 year ago

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Fandom song animatic tournament: Bracket 2 Side B

Pad Thai - Jack Stauber

"Maddening, it's a regular bad thing! Pad Thai, I'm a normal guy! Saddening, nothing's really happening! That's right, take a big bite!"

How Far We've Come - Matchbox 20

"But I believe the world is burning to the ground Oh well, I guess we're gonna find out Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come"

Propaganda and animatic links of the songs under the cut:

Pad Thai - Jack Stauber

Propaganda:

No Written Propaganda Submitted

Animatics with the song:

Helluva Boss

OMORI

Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun mitsukou

TGCF

DSMP

How Far We've Come - Matchbox 20

Propaganda:

Dude. It makes the heart swell with emotion and pride at wow these characters sure have come far

Animatics with the song:

Hermitcraft

The Adventure Zone

DSMP

Last Life SMP

Homestuck

Please keep in mind that I don't know all the media and fandoms of the animatics provided as examples and I don't have the time (nor the will) to research them all. Don't come into my notes or my ask box complaining about them being included, I will simply block you. If a ship animatic included is about an adult and a minor, do tell me and I'll take it out of the post

ALSO keep in mind that I don't know all the artists submitted; in fact, even if I do know them I do not know absolutely nothing about them as people (I do not have twitter nor tiktok) and I could not POSSIBLY have the time to research ALL of the artists' controversies and what came of them so PLEASE don't flood my inbox with the artists' entire crime list.

#fandom animatic tournament #tumblr poll #tumblr tournament #tumblr tourney

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zrtranscripts · 3 years ago

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Home Front, Mission 8: Peter’s Fitness Montage

Fitness, not fighting

PETER LYNNE: Hello, listeners. It's me again, poor old Peter, still stuck in a projection box at the Princess Louise Theater. And since you last heard from me, I have faced my greatest survival challenge yet. Oh um, speaking of, you're going to be facing a few challenges yourself soon, courtesy of yours truly. So um, why don't you start warming up now? A few stretches, running on the spot, whatever gets your juices flowing, as the bishop said to the personal trainer.

Um, yes. Anyway um, in case you've forgotten, the auditorium here is absolutely packed with zombies, but keeping a movie on the screen distracts them. So there I was, looking through the cinemas digital archives for something nice and long, and I found a playlist of every single Rocky movie for a Sly Stallone fan marathon. Except the playlist got stuck and I've been watching Rocky movies on a loop for eight days straight, listeners. I've managed to stop the playlist around the tenth run-through of Rocky III.

I fear I might have gone a bit peculiar. I spent the whole morning on comms to Janine waxing lyrical about Mr. T, but - but it has given me a great idea for a workout, and you'll never guess. It is boxing. Plenty of fisticuff-related entries on my list of Ministry exercises. First, though, a song that'll help you with your warm-up. I'm going to put on some music you can dance around to and really get your blood pumping, and if I am very lucky, maybe I'll finally get “Eye of the Tiger” out of my head.

PETER LYNNE: Welcome back, friends. Now I know we're all quite tired of being stuck indoors. Oh yes, although uh, Runner Five, if you're listening, I gather you've had a change of location recently. Locked down in a camping shop, Sam said. Could be worse. [laughs] I mean, you could be me. But let me tell you, my cinematic ordeal has given me the perfect lens for viewing this lockdown. See, we need to not think of it as being trapped, oh no. We can think of this as one extended indoor fitness montage. We are just in that part of the movie where we have to hunker down, crank the volume, and get our pulses racing!

So let's keep our warm-up going with some more push-ups, because if they worked for Rocky, they're gonna work for us. [paper rustles] Right, here is our official technique courtesy of Ministry guidelines. First, I want you to get down on all fours with your arms just over shoulder-width apart, then straighten out your body, supporting yourself on your hands and also your toes. Now lower yourself to the floor and push yourself back up again. Now if that feels too difficult, that's fine. Don't be afraid to support yourself on your knees and lower legs instead of your tiptoes. We are going to try one whole minute of push-ups or as many as you can manage. And go!

Excellent. Don't get carried away. Tortoise and the hare, all of that. 15 seconds down. Don't rush. Take your time with each push-up. That's beautiful. Exactly what we want, I assume. Halfway there. Feel the burn, as the old cliche goes. Never quite understood what that was supposed to mean. Uh, 15 seconds left. Oh, you can taste the finish line now! And five, four, three, two, one, and rest. Done.

All right, well, you should be all warmed up. I'm actually going to do a few push-ups myself in the next music break and you know, feel free to rest or you can keep going along with me. Frankly, I'm finding this music by going through movie credits and I want to be distracted when Cats III comes up next. So stay put, everyone. Your pal Peter will be back after this.

PETER LYNNE: Well, my friends, I have a shameful confession. I'm actually starting to miss the Rocky movies. Even the really bad ones, which is something of a tautology, but it just goes to show a person can get used to anything. I mean, Janine told me to emphasize our goal today is fitness, not fighting. Abel runners always do their damnedest to avoid conflict, and rightly so. If you do end up in a scrap, you need to be able to dodge as well as hit, so before we get to the hitting, you are going to practice a move called the side-to-side hop. Not a classic dance move, but it'll help you hone your evasive reflexes.

So to do this, we start by balancing on one foot with your knees and your arms bent. Then you hop to the side like you're jumping over an imaginary line that's between your legs, landing on the ball of the opposite foot. So try that for me. And absolutely fair, if you've got any knee problems or if that's painful, you can just do a grapevine or sidestep instead, totally fine. Okay, now we just keep hopping back and forth across that line, but as fast as you can. See if you can keep that up for a solid 45 seconds. I promise you will find that deceptively challenging.

And we are going to start now. There we go, but don't get carried away. You've set yourself a high bar. 15 seconds down, 30 left to go. Probably starting to feel what I meant now. 30 seconds down. You can pretend that you're dodging punches or - or lunging zombies. There's - there's one on the left. There's one right. Duck, duck, move! And five, four, three, two, one, and stop hopping.

Brilliant work! Right, so that's got our fancy footwork in the bag, and that means we can [metallic bang] Um... Did you... did you hear that? Uh, well no. No, you didn't. And well, of course, no, me neither. Um... It's gone. That's... Okay. I'm going to put some music on so that we can all pretend that that just didn't happen. Uh, you all take a break and relax or um, you know, bust out your best dance moves. Oh, but uh, seriously though, uh, don't overdo it. Because when we get back, it's going to be time to, uh, really get the workout going. Okay? All right.

PETER LYNNE: Okay. Well, that's quite enough of that one. Yeah, that - that song always reminds me of a bad breakup. I can't actually remember which. [metallic bang] It's back, and that was - that was definitely louder that time. See, um, I've been hearing some not really great things in this booth, listeners. Sort of... shuffling from behind the walls. You know, I think... something might be crawling around in the, uh, ventilation system. But uh, I mean... I mean, there's definitely not going to be enough room in the ducts for-for zombie. That would be... I mean, unless it was just a half of a zom. Oh God, what if it was just like that? Just like the front half, just like some sort of fleshy gingerbread man just like rolling itself down there, looking for a way out?

Um... yes. Okay, I'm, I am quite scared, actually. Uh, there's nowhere to run in this booth, but we still have exercises like this, which I find are a fantastic distraction. You see, I can immediately pretend that I am a seven foot tall beefcake training to take on whatever that is. Good God, that sounds pathetic when I say it out loud.

Okay, we're gonna have to move on. Um, punches, ladies and gentlemen. [paper rustles] First, you're going to need to adopt a Ministry-approved fighting stance. Hold your fists up in front of you. You have to have your dominant hand held back, and that's protecting your face, and the other hand is extended in order to attack. So plant your feet diagonally, shoulder-width apart, with your knees just slightly bent. Your dominant foot goes to the back. Right, we're going to start with the basic jab. You punch out with your lead hand, rotating your arm so your knuckles end up facing up and your shoulder moves forward. So we're going to do one minute of jabs. If you'd like some variety, feel free to alternate your stance from time to time and then you end up leading with the other arm.

Ready, set, go! There we are, perfect! More aggression, get the anger out. 15 seconds down. You can try imagining a bullseye. Aim right for the center of the target. You could even imagine an actual bull's eye and aim right for the middle of its face. Great. Halfway down, just keep on beating that bull in the face. I don't know what it did to you. I like to imagine that it's taunting me. I don't know what sort of names it's come up with, but they were hurtful and I think it mentioned my mother. 15 seconds left. We're so near the end now, we're gonna get that bull. I'm gonna move away from the bull. You can imagine whatever you like. Jab! Jab! Five, four, three, two, and we're done.

Good, very good. It's important, though, with zoms of course, punching has to be your last resort. But in the meantime, as a way to get your frustrations out, it's not a bad go-to, eh? I'm gonna do a bit more of it myself in this next break and uh, if you guys want to keep jabbing alongside me, well, all things considered, wouldn't really mind the company.

PETER LYNNE: Right there, kiddos, time to get comfortable. Here's a genuine piece of advice. Now like I said, punching zombies has to be your last resort. I have seen more than a few tough morons get infected themselves from undead blood in their knuckles. All men, by the way. Shock, horror, I know. So if you do ever find yourself boxing a gray, remember, if you don't have gloves - and that's what you want - at least wrap your hands in cloth or gauze. Your aim is only to knock them down or away so that you can run.

So to that end, we are now going to try some punches with a bit more juice behind them than the jab. These are our hooks and uppercuts. So back in your boxing stance, one arm back, one arm forward. So the uppercut, you keep your feet grounded, bend your knees and rotate your body with the direction of your lead arm. So you're pushing off of your lead calf and punching upwards with the lead arm, releasing your rear heel and feel that rotate outwards as you go. So try that all together. It should feel like you've got the power coming through in that punch. Great, okay.

So now the hook. Back to the stance. Now you shift your weight to your lead foot whilst swinging your lead fist in an inward horizontal arc and moving your shoulder forwards. So try that. You can imagine just knocking a zombie's head off with this one, right off of his shoulders. Great, okay. Now we are going to try a full minute of mixed jabs, hooks, and uppercuts. Dealer's choice, so go wild, switch them up, swap stances occasionally. Get ready, and go!

Excellent, we're off to a flying start. Look at you, you scrappy little thing. 15 seconds down. Imagine you're fighting a big scary zombie version of Ivan Drago. You know, that's the um, the-the villain from-from Rocky IV. Why am I telling you? You know this. Keep going. Yes, lay into him! One, two. More! Halfway there. You've got him on the ropes. And of course, he's gonna get stronger and come back at you, and it'll look like you're down. but you're not down, you're back up! And it's 15 seconds. He's now almost down! Yes, you've got the upper hand now. Finish it off! Five, four, three, two... Oh, and it's a knockout! Surely not! They've won the belt and the title! Oh, good job, people.

Yes. Now I might have gotten a bit carried... [metallic bang] Okay, that one was... that was loud. See, there's um... so there's this air vent right by the projector and I can see a shadow moving under the grill. See, the reason I worry is that there's a, uh, there's this broken open vent in the toilet and so if that thing comes through that whilst I'm sleeping... Okay. Listen up, people. I am going to go and confront the monster. Fear not for old Peter. I am not totally unarmed. I have this mop. Perfect. I'm going to put on some music first. You can rest or... you know what? Actually, throw a few more punches in the break if you feel up to it. Can't hurt to know you champs are fighting alongside me, eh? [laughs] Okay, on three then, I suppose. One, two, three, and off we go!

PETER LYNNE: Well um, hello again, everyone. So that one did not turn out exactly as I expected. Turns out wasn't a zombie at all. That was actually just a scrawny little fox, and it must have come in through the window, sniffing after... I mean, I guess rotting flesh? I don't know why it would want that. But got itself lost and just came shooting out like a bullet when I opened the vent in here. It's just, uh, it's actually just sitting in the corner now. It looks friendly enough. [fox screeches] Maybe not. Right. Okay. That's your side of the room now. Completely understood. I've probably got some food around here somewhere, actually.

Tell you what. Um, I actually do need to thank you, listeners. Might sound silly, but without you, I actually might not have worked up the courage to open the vent. That would have meant this little fellow would have starved to death instead of coming out to occupy half of my room. Hey, hello. Yes, that's you. Catch this. Here we go. [laughs] Somebody's a fan of old, old cinema hot dogs. That makes two of us. Please don't tell anyone.

All right, listeners, I'm going to go and find more scraps to feed to my new roommate here, and it really is sometimes better to make friends than fight, especially when your rival's got those big teeth. Don't worry, I'll be back very soon. And in the meantime, stay safe out there, champs. You know, I'll be rooting for you. Oh, and uh, if anyone knows how to um, delete a movie playlist, could you try and get in touch somehow? Honestly, it is amazing the things you miss when they're gone.

#zombies run #zr home front #zrhf8 #peter's fitness montage #zr transcript

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What Lance didn’t know was that Keith was also having a hard time focusing solely on the fish. The aquarium part wasn’t hugely fancy. Nice, but a little repetitive with the main attraction being the big tank you went past when you came in. The place used to breed stock for international and domestic populations, with some fish way cooler than others. The sharks were cool. Kids in awe as they came near the glass wall of the tank that arched up and over the walkway. Keith could have totally dick punched a shark of the glass wasn’t in the way. Irrational fear of the glass breaking had him holding his breath until they’d passed from under the tank. Even Lance seemed jumpy as he flinched as the hugest stingray Keith ever seen turned the tunnel black as it passed overhead.

Tank after tank sat alcoved in the walls. The amount of colours and shapes were ridiculous. Everything was amazing, still Lance managed to bombarded his field of vision. Keith wished Lance hadn’t hidden his face away behind sunglasses, he wanted to see Lance’s eyes, see if his boyfriend was mesmerised by all the thousands of fish or if he was hiding his disinterest. He knew his boyfriend loved water. He loved all things ocean related. He also knew Lance was secretly addicted to documentaries. He hadn’t predicted Lance would be caught up watching him in his date plans. God. How was his heart supposed to cope with this? He felt flustered and way too happy to be the centre of Lance’s focus.

Holding Lance’s hand, Keith interlaced their fingers together so Lance couldn’t wander away. Sometimes he swore his boyfriend did it just to scare the crap out of him, and he never wanted to feel the way he had when they’d gone to the shopping centre together. Dragged away from the lower tanks and crowds of families, Keith was off in his own head taking a long moment to realise they’d stopped in front of a recreated set of jaws

“What the fuck is that?”

Meaning the painting behind the jaws that were kind of intimidating as hell with those big fuck off teeth and a whole lot of nope

“It’s the jaw set of a Megalodon. In front of it is the jaw set from a Great White”

Documentaries were one thing. This... was... Keith wasn’t sure how he’d look at the beach again. Megalodons better bloody be dead. There was no way he was letting kids in the water at any beach with those huge bastards swimming around

“You know how I said I’d punch a shark for you... I would, but those teeth...”

Lance snorted at him, his boyfriend tugging his hand free

“I’m the only one who gets to sink their teeth into you... plus, I won’t tell if you punch it. I’m going to punch it”

Keith panicked hard. Punching an exhibit seemed a good way to be booted out

“What?! Babe, you can’t... They’ll kick us out!”

Shrugging him off, Lance waited until no one was close to them before walking over to the set of jaws. Covering his face, Keith didn’t want to look, but that didn’t stop him from peaking through his fingers, watching as Lance punched the lower jaw with all the aggression of a leaf. Grinning at him, Keith realised he’d been had. Lance obviously wouldn’t punch an actual exhibit. Groaning, Keith dropped his hands as Lance covered his toothy smile. What the heck had he been thinking? Why was he acting so totally lame and uncomposed

“You can touch you know. Because it’s not an actual jaw set. Didn’t I mention that?”

“No. You conveniently forgot to. Stand still, I’m going to take a photo and tell Pidge you’re being mean to me”

Moving his hand to his forehead, Lance faked a staggered swoon

“Oh no! Not the Gremlin! How ever can I apologise?”

Talk about dramatic. His boyfriend should have been an actor

“You fear the Gremlin as much as I do”

Keith pulled out his phone to snap a few shots as Lance posed as if scared he was about to be eaten. What an idiot. A big dorky idiot that was his

“I do, but it’s a healthy fear built up over the years and smothered in love”

“Oh, so no love for Hunk?”

“Excuse you. Hunk is the embodiment of sunshine. Now come over here and let’s get a photo together. You can even punch a shark in the mouth”

“I’m not into destroying the displays like you are”

Lance rolled his eyes at him, holding both hands out until Keith finally started moving towards his boyfriend. He’d gotten a good spread of Lance. He’d be screwed if his boyfriend wanted to look back at today’s photos. Ninety-nine percent of his photos were of Lance

“You break into a school once and they never let you forget it. Lotor never did bother clueing us in on that. A bit like how I still have no real idea about Rome”

Posing for photos with Lance, Keith didn’t know what to say about Rome or why they were going back to that again

“Rome is done with”

“I know. I still don’t know much about what happened though. I know. Today’s not the day to ask”

“Nope. I can’t even remember what I’ve told you, but I don’t know how much that matters when the most important outcome is that you’re safe”

“And Curtis is all demony. Do you think he’s stronger than me now?”

Keith stowed his phone away. Curtis shouldn’t have to feel obligated to tell him more than he was ready to. So he hadn’t pushed it

“Maybe. Does he feel different to you? I mean, you can like tell can’t you? About the demon?”

Humming, Lance looped his arm around Keith’s, the pair of them starting to move away from the fake jaws

“A bit. He’s still Curtis though so that’s all I need to know. I’ve given up on me ego being a weirdo. I mean, Matt and Rieva sometimes set it off and that’s whack seeing they’re family”

“Our family is weird as hell”

Lance nodded with a laugh

“Our family is close to hell. Seriously. A vampire who senses death and sees fuzzy things. Pidge who is a raging gremlin with no coffee. A demon from hell. Matt and Rieva are much more powerful under the light of the moon. You’re all dark and broody...”

“What about Shiro?”

Lance’s tone was strained and reaching, words slightly spaced

“He’s got dark hair?”

“That’s all you’ve got?”

“Yep. I know. I’m lame. I don’t know. Sometimes I did want to shake him, but he’s your brother and he’s family. I can see why he’s such a weirdo after meeting the Blades. I can’t imagine a whole bunch of them. It scares me”

That hurt. To Lance they’d always be distant and weird... then again, that was the truth, even if him being a Blade was what brought them together. They’d let a mark be put on his head, he’d always be a case on their files that someday someone might change their minds over

“Then it’s a good thing you don’t have to. How does Hunk work into this?”

“Ummmm... The sun is hot and the flames of hell are? I don’t know. He’s like all the good things in one... Didn’t I tell you I was low on brain cell power?”

Turning to face Lance, Keith pretended to feel for a fever, teasing his boyfriend lightly as he did

“You’re not warm... I think you got away with using that brain power but you should probably give it a rest. I don’t know how to explain to people that your head exploded from thinking”

Lance gaped at him, then huffed as he pouted

“You’re so mean. It’s not my fault. I’m like smart and stuff. It’s happened before”

“Maybe. Maybe not. How will we ever know?”

Lance hummed lightly, before clicking his fingers

“Oh! I’ve got it! If I’m so dumb, why did I choose to spend the rest of my undead life with you?”

Keith shrugged, cheeks warm as he tried to play down how happy he was that Lance had

“I’ve been asking myself since the moment you liked me back. Maybe your dumbness wore off on me?”

“This coming from the guy who thought I’d turned him after he punched me in the mouth. You were such a cute little anger loaf. All broody and pouty...”

Ugh. He’d never ever live that down. Lance would drop it in an instant if Keith asked

“Like you’re any better you idiot crumpet. At least I had my reasons”

Because vampires had been the sworn enemy and had robbed him of the most family like family he’d known. He’d loathed them. Thrown himself in recklessly and nearly lost his life, only have everything he’d taught be wrong

“I know. I’m really glad you opened up to me. This is much nicer than jumping out of windows to avoid you, or rescuing you from would be muggers”

“That happened once”

Did Krolia really count? They hadn’t known it was her soooo maybe?

“Ahem, twice. First at the cinema. Or did you forget my manly attempts to save you”

Keith snorted. Oh. He barely remembered that. He’d been pissed at being forced to move at Lance’s speed

“Manly? I thought you were the biggest moron ever”

“Rude! I was very manly and stuff. You’re breaking my heart”

That was lie, Keith biting back with

“Better than staking your heart”

“Don’t go staking my heart!”

Lance sounded like he was singing something, Keith staring at him blankly

“Elton John? Babe, you do know who that is, right?”

“A singer?”

“Oh babe... oh, my sweet idiot. I have so much to teach you”

“If you say so”

“I do. He is legend. I’m shook. I’m shook and going to need to educate you on the way of Sir Elton”

Of course he knew who Elton John was. He kind of knew the song yet was sure the lyrics didn’t go like that. Keith muttering under his breath

“I’ll shake you”

“Nooo. No shaken vampires. It’d be like shaking one of these tanks. Our little cupcakes are gonna be all swished up”

“Fine. You get a free pass for now. Where do we go next?”

“They’ve got an exhibit on Orcas. Did you know they’re not a whale but a dolphin?”

“Yeah, and that they attack moose. They’re like the family member you don’t invite anywhere”

Lance nodded quickly

“I know, right. Dolphins are supposed to be all cute and then you’ve got killer whales. They’re nasty. Man, jelly fish have the right idea with no brains”

Keith wasn’t about to be “out facted”. Not when he knew stuff about stuff

“Did you know people used to stand in whales like it was a magical cure”

“Well, did you know Moby Dick was based on a real whale named Mocha?”

Keith wanted to protest that one. Mocha was a delicious coffee drink... instead he moved onto his next fact

“Did you know a Blue whale can live up to 90 years?”

“Mhmm. Like how their tongue can weigh the same amount as an elephant. You know people think Nessi is a sturgeon”

“Nessi can’t be explained. Nessi doesn’t need explaining”

“Just like Mothman?”

“Yep. Somethings just are”

“You’d make a cute Mothman. Jumping off balconies and all”

“That wasn’t my fault! I blame Shiro”

“Suuuure. Blame your brother. Let me know how that works out for you”

Keith huffed in defeat. He had no one to blame other than the bottle of tequila

“Whatever. Which way to the Killer Whales?”

“To the left. You know, they can weigh up to 6 tons”

“And that they’re teeth are like 4 inches long. And sharks don’t even like eating humans”

Keith felt kind of smug being able to match Lance fact for fact, until he found himself choking on air as his boyfriend delivered the final blow and Keith without a comeback

“If you want 4 inches, I’ll give you the longest four inches of your life”

Whelp. There was nothing smart he could say back to that. He had nothing. His brain had short circuited and his blood was fast draining down to his other brain. Laughing, Lance tugged him along, Keith stumbling as he let himself be moved. How did he reply to that? He didn’t have a reply for that. Now he was popping a semi in his jeans and he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to look at whales the same way ever again.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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